That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380
“For all eternity,” he said without hesitation.

The Oracle looked back at Emeriel. “Your birth was set in motion a long time ago. It was written in the stars.” She made a dry, crackling sound that left her clutching at her ribs, clearly in pain.

“You should rest,” Lord Vladya urged softly. “Don’t speak more than you must.”

The Oracle looked at him. “The one who was not written… not fated in the stars… but had to happen…” Her gaze shifted—to Aekeira. “Come closer, child.”

Aekeira stepped forward slowly, standing beside her sister.

“You see her, do you not?” the Oracle asked.

Emeriel’s brow creased in confusion. Who?

To her surprise, Aekeira nodded. “Three times. In my dreams. I don’t know what it means…”

Lord Vladya’s brows furrowed. “Who do you see?”

“She sees herself,” the Oracle answered before Aekeira could speak. “A memory no soul should retain… but which now returns.”

Vladya moved in front of Aekeira, cupping her face with both hands, locking eyes with her. “Who do you see, Aekeira?”

“Tiara.”

The room went still.

Breathless silence.

“I’ve seen her in my dreams three times now,” Aekeira went on. “At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. When I woke, it was always vague and blurry, so I waved it off. But it kept returning. The same dream. The same words.”

Lord Vladya’s hands dropped, taking a step back as though struck. “I… I don’t believe that.”

“I see you with her. By the river,” Aekeira whispered. “You were lying together on the grass…”

“I. Do. Not. Believe. That,” he repeated, more firmly—though his voice wavered.

“Promise me… that if our bonding ritual does not work, you will not fall apart,” Aekeira mimicked the soft and melodic voice.

Gasps echoed through the room.

Lord Ottai. Morina. Even the Grand King himself.

Vladya paled, his lips parting in stunned disbelief.

A faint, sad smile brushed Aekeira’s lips. “And you shook your head and said, I can’t promise that, Tiara.”

“Holy lands of the bewildered…” Lady Morina breathed.

“And before the bonding ritual,” Aekeira continued. “She said It will destroy me if our bond fails, but what will kill me more is knowing it will annihilate you. I want to become one with you more than anything… but sometimes I wish we wouldn’t try. It’s better not to know. It’s—”

“It’s better not to try…” Lord Vladya finished in a whisper.

Aekeira nodded, blinking rapidly. “I didn’t see much else, but I’ve had the dream again and again. I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry, my Beloved.”

Emeriel could only stare, stunned. Aekeira… my sister… a reincarnation of Vladya’s bondmate?

“How is this…” Vladya was struggling to breathe evenly, his eyes jumping from Aekeira’s face to her swollen abdomen and back again. “How is this possible?”

“You made it possible,” the Oracle said at last. “When you made the exchange.”

Vladya turned toward her slowly, eyes wide. “Hav’zie de Baah?”

“Hav’zie de Baah,” she repeated. “The spell worked, Great Lord Vladya. The chosen human female, Pandora, was meant to bear only one blessed child. That was her destiny. But your dark spell—woven from the ruins of a heart so broken even the gods averted their eyes—rewrote that fate. It brought about... her.”